"I would like to say a few words with the permission of the jury."
Receiving a nod of consent, I related to them as briefly as possible my
conviction of my sister's innocence, her cry of danger to her husband,
and the coincidence of the black limousine on the road at about the
same time as the tragedy. I also told of the enmity of Zalnitch for
Jim and of his presence with the others in the black limousine. The
foreman of the jury leaned forward.
"Will you repeat the words that your sister uttered?"
"She cried, 'Look out, Jim! It's going to hit us!'"
"Your sister was delirious at the time, was she not?"
"Yes," I answered. "But from the tone of her voice I feel perfectly
sure she referred to something that occurred on the night of the
tragedy."
"You think she referred to the black limousine when she said, 'It's
going to hit us'?" the foreman continued.
"Yes."
"Yet the coroner's verdict was that your brother-in-law was killed by a
bullet, fired, apparently, from behind and above."